Beauticians' Contest

[DaraJaney]

Scott woke at about 7am as usual.  He could feel that his nappy was quite wet.  He had obviously wet himself a couple of times during the night.  He no longer particularly noticed anymore.



He looked through the bars of his cot at the baby monitor on the side table.  There was no point in waking his mother now.  She would be up in an hour or so.  He just lay back, suc-ked on his soother and clutched his teddy tight.



He heard her get up, go to the bathroom and potter about for a while.  Then the shower went.  He could hear her humming.  Then she returned to her room and in her own good time and eventually opened the door to the nursery.



“Hello darling.”  â€śMmmppff. Ngngng.”  Scott replied.  She looked into the cot.  â€śHow are we this morning?”  â€śMmnngg.”  â€śHow is our nappy?”  Scott emitted a plaintive “nnggghhh”.  â€śOK.  I’ll change you shortly.”



She opened the curtains.  Scott clambered to his knees and clutched the bars of the cot.  She tidied up the toys and clothes that were scattered around the room, humming as she went.



Eventually she returned to the cot and removed the side bars.  Scott clambered down and waddled towards the changing table. “Up we go.”  He lay back.  She popped open the fasteners on his nappy cover.  She pulled down his plastic panties and dropped them in the plastic bucket.  She unpinned his sodden nappy and let it go with a splosh.



She continued humming as she cleaned around his bottom.  Then she powdered him.  She opened the drawer containing an ample supply of thick nappy squares.  He raised his bottom, she slipped it under him and pulled the sides around.  She folded the front point over a few times before pinning it in place.



She opened the drawer containing a dozen plastic panties, selected a pair and pulled them up over his nappy.  Then she went to his clothes drawer and pulled out a pair of baby pink tights.  She pulled them up his legs and stretched them over the enormous nappy.



She selected the pink polka dot baby dress, pulled it over his head and zipped him up.  She tugged the nappy cover under his bottom, pulled it up the other side and snapped the fasteners in place.  Then she took a pair of pink petti pants and pulled them up over his tights and nappy cover.



She placed the frilly bonnet on his head and tied it under his chin in a bow.  She tied the fleece booties on his feet.  Scott just suc-ked on his soother while she dressed him.



She brought him into the kitchen and he hopped up into his high-chair.  She strapped him in and clicked the tray in place in front of him.  She warmed some milk before pouring it into his bottle.  She handed it to him and he started suc-king on it.



Then she prepared her own breakfast of eggs and waffles.  She sat at the table eating this while Scott finished his bottle.  Then she took a bowl, but a couple of rusks in it and added milk.  She half mashed it before bringing it over to Scott and spoon feeding him the lumpy mixture.



Scott took his breakfast without complaint and sat in the high-chair playing with letter blocks while his mother washed up.  Then she brought him to the play-pen.  He spent the next couple of hours watching the Teletubbies and Barney from the pen.  He hummed along to the songs through his soother.  After that the programmes changed and were more suitable for pre-school kids so his mother turned it off.



He had a new toy which was like a cartwheel with various rattles and clickers on the spokes and a big button in the centre which triggered the playing of a nursery rhyme when pressed.  His mother worked in the back garden.  If a few minutes passed without her hearing the shaking of a rattle or the tune of a nursery rhyme, she would come in to check on him.



When she finally finished the garden she came in to the pen. “Must go to the shops dear.”  She fetched his harness and strapped him in.  She picked up a shopping bag in one hand and his reins in the other.  â€śOff we go.”  He waddled towards the door.  â€śOh, nearly forgot Susie!”  He waddled back to the pen and picked up his favourite doll with both hands.



Half-way down the road they met Mrs. Irwin and her three-year-old daughter Millie.  They greeted each other.  â€śMillie is wearing her first pair of jeans today”, her mother announced.  Millie tucked her fingers inside the waist band and wiggled her bum a little.  â€śAnd I see Scott has a new baby dress.”  â€śYes”, his mother confirmed, “don’t you love the polka dots?  Turn around dear.” Scott turned around so that Mrs. Irwin could see the big bow at the back.  â€śGorgeous!”  He could feel her run her fingers through the lace on his panties.  â€śThose tights are a lovely light shade of pink.”



Scott went to continue the full turn but realised that his reins would get tangled so he reversed.  Millie was sneering at his dress and frilly panties.  He clutched Susie tighter.



“Millie is out of nappies now too.  Aren’t you dear?”  Millie nodded firmly with a snooty look at Scott.  â€śGosh!  You’re a big girl now!  Scott is wetting himself in his sleep now”, his mother informed them.  â€śI think he barely notices.  Sometimes his nappy is completely soaked before he looks for it to be changed.”  Scott suc-ked hard on his soother.



They chatted a little more.  Mainly about how Millie was growing up so quickly and how Scott was becoming more and more like a real baby.  By the time they moved on Scott was fighting back the tears.

[DaraJaney]

She let him sit in the high-chair in the kitchen for the company while she prepared lunch.  “Mmmpppfff”, she heard him cry.  “What’s wrong honey?”  He had a sad look on his face.  He pointed to the floor.  His dolly had obviously slipped from under his arm and fell on the floor.  “Oh poor Susie!”  She went over and picked his doll up and handed it to him.  He tucked Susie under his arm again and continued playing with his blocks.

After lunch his mother decided it was such a nice day that she would put his play-pen in the front garden.  He was only there a few minutes when Millie showed up with her friend Vicky who was visiting.  She hitched up her jeans proudly.  “Big baby Scott is still in nappies even though he’s fourteen!” she explained.  “You mean it’s a boy!” Vicky exclaimed, studying Scott’s pink dress and frilly panties.  “Yes!  He loves wearing baby dresses and tights.”  Vicky sniggered.

“You look very pretty in your frilly dress”, Vicky teased Scott.  “He’s not allowed to talk.  He just suc-ks on his soother all the time”, Millie explained.  They made him play with his rattles and blocks until his mother came out after an hour or so.  Scott had been tiring of the girls’ persistent attention and looked pained.

“He gets grumpy around this time if he doesn’t get his nap”, his mother explained.  She let him out of the pen and brought him in to his cot.  He curled up with his teddy.  In the early days of his ordeal he just lay there wide awake through his “nap” time but he was becoming used to it now and soon dropped off, his soother still in.  He vaguely felt a cosy warmth spread around his nappy as he wet himself in his sleep.

She woke him for his four o’clock bottle.  He lay back in his cot suc-king on the teat as she laid out his baby dress, tights and booties.  Jill called later in time to spoon-feed him his dinner.  She was meticulous and always scooped up every last bit of the mix as well as scraping off the bits that stuck around his mouth.

Because he’d been such a good baby he was awarded a lollipop.  This was like a taste explosion compared to his milk, rusks and pureed vegetables that were his usual fare.  He now realised that he had to be a good little baby if he wanted treats like this so he did his best to co-operate.

A large poo after his dinner meant that he needed to be changed.  Jill was happy to volunteer.  Scott just followed orders and lay back suc-king his soother and hugging his dolly while she went about the business.  Then his mother put him down in the cot.  She handed him his final bottle of the day to suc-k on while she snapped the nappy cover of his nightie tightly over his nappy.

She tucked him in, gave him his teddy and switched on the baby monitor.  She went over to the side table and started the tape of gentle nursery rhymes.  She came back and looked into the cot.  He suc-ked contentedly on his soother and smiled up at her, hoping for a nice lollipop tomorrow.

“Sweet dreams”, she whispered as she clicked out the light, leaving the gentle rosy glow of the night light in the corner.

Scott turned onto his belly with his thickly nappied bottom in the air and his legs splayed apart.  He suc-ked on his soother and hugged his teddy as he thought: another day down.  Probably a couple of thousand more of the same to go.  Nothing he could do but accept it and try to be a perfect baby for his mommy.

[concluded]